STILL Pretty in Pink: Chapter Two
NOTE: watch out, there's some language and quasi-graphic content in this one.
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Duckie pedaled as fast as he could to school, arriving halfway through third period. Hoping to slip in unnoticed, he softly opened the door and stuck his head inside.
"Mr. Dale, how nice of you to finally show up." the teacher, Mr. Richards, greeted warmly. Duckie was tempted to slip right out the door again, but decided against it. One more detention and his mother would kill him.
"Well, Mr. Richards, you know me. Always the nice guy." Duckie replied smartly, and took his seat near the back next to Andie. She smiled at him quizzically, and a sad feeling gnawed at the back of his brain as he tried to remember what it was he needed to tell her. but Duckie just passed it off as the hangover talking.
"What happened?" Andie mouthed to him casually, trying to disguise her face from the teacher.
"Slept in. Whoops." He lied, thinking that it wasn't smart to tell Andie that he went out and drank his weight in beer because she was an unfeeling ice queen.
"What the heck are you wearing?" she asked, indicating the odd tartan pants showing three inches of pale hairy ankle before his bare feet and the beige blazer thirteen sizes too big for his tiny frame.
"The new style. I read Cosmo, so sue me." He answered with a sarcastic grin that made his head spin. It hurt to move at all.
"You don't look so good." She said, looking sincerely concerned.
"I don't feel so good. Don't worry, I'm fine." He said, waving his hand dismissively at her, and turned his attention towards taking notes in his spiral. It was harder to lie to her than his mother, but as long as he didn't make eye contact he'd be okay. But Andie didn't seem all that distressed by his ignoring her, she was too busy drawing little hearts and hers and Blane's initials on her notebook. This made the thing bite even harder on the back of Duckie's mind. there was something very important. somewhere. oh, if he could just remember the darned thing!
The bell rang after only a couple minutes of Duckie racking his brain for fragments of information. When Andie scurried to the door and Blane met her there, kissing her sweetly on the cheek as they embraced, Duckie's eyes shot open with realization. At the party. those guys on the porch saying something about Andie and Blane. THAT JERK WAS USING ANDIE AS A PIECE OF ASS!!!
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"Where do you want to go for lunch today?" Blane asked Andie as they drove away in his brand-spanking-new expensive car.
"Doesn't matter to me, someplace quiet sounds nice." She recommended absentmindedly, running her hands over the leather seats, marveling at the luxury. She'd never been in anything like this ever, and now it was an everyday thing. Seatwarmers, superb sound systems, Blane was introducing her into a big, expensive world and she felt so small. Sometimes she wished he could be poor like her, it'd be a lot easier on the both of them. No constantly worrying over fitting in, or what fork to use, just the two of them. Blane was absolutely perfect, it was just all the baggage that accompanied him that was weighing Andie down.
"Hey McDonough, everyone's going to The Vibe for lunch, why don't you join us?" Blane's 'friend,' Connelly, called from beside them when they stopped at a light. "Oh, well hello Andie. So nice to see you still with Blane here." He said, noticing who was sitting in the passenger seat. Andie and Connelly had never gotten along, he'd tried to use his arrogance and wealth to seduce her and she'd rejected him. Connelly couldn't understand why it had worked for Blane, but settled for a different rich-priss girl every night instead.
"Er, Andie wanted to go someplace quiet." Blane said, but Andie recognized the look of longing come over his face as he yearned for his old group of friends and their old hangouts. He'd been very good lately, doing everything her way and with her.
"We'll be there." Andie answered confidently, and Blane turned to her in surprise. She nodded cheerily, and he looked so grateful. They sped off behind Connelly's car, Andie praying to avoid any conflicts with those people for the next twenty minutes.
The meal wasn't as bad as it could've been. Connelly kept his snide remarks at an all time low, Andie thought much to the credit of Blane's menacing stares. She was just pleasantly ignored by everyone, which was exactly what she wanted. But the trouble started when nature called.
Andie was on her way to the bathroom when she heard Connelly's unmistakable chuckle from behind her. "Ah, Andie, letting Baby Blane off the leash long enough to be with his real friends? How kind of you," He commented, his mouth just inches from her ear. She just kept walking, gripping her purse until her knuckles were white. "Aw, c'mon, surrender to your animal instincts Andie." He cooed, grabbing her arm and wrenching her around. There was one horrible moment when he forced his way into her mouth, his hands frighteningly placed around her neck, before her animal instincts DID take over and kick him swiftly in the balls. He yelped like a beaten dog, which he indeed was, and pulled away. "You bitch." He replied, before waddling to the boys room no doubt to doctor himself up. Andie sunk against the wall and buried her face in her hands.
'Oh God, why does this have to be so hard! I love Blane, and I thought our love could get us through this.' She thought to herself. 'Now it just seems to have screwed up my whole life.' She went in the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face, hoping to look halfway decent, and walked bravely back out to the table. When Connelly emerged ten minutes later, both Andie and him behaved as if nothing had happened.
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"Andie, Andie, I have to talk to you." Duckie said quickly as soon as she was in earshot. He had waited for her by her locker, the same thing he'd done for the last three years.
"What's up, Duck?" Andie asked, rummaging around for her books. The incident with Connelly was stamped CLASSIFIED and shoved in a dusty corner of her mind, along with other unpleasant memories never to be brought up again.
"Andie, last night I went to a, er, party, and there were some guys there-"
"What were you doing at a party on a Tuesday night?" she asked.
"That's not the issue here, just listen. I was at a party and some guys were talking-"
"Is that why you were late today, Duckie? You had a hangover?" she interrupted again.
"Just shut up and listen for a second, please!" Duckie yelled, and Andie shut her mouth in surprise. In all the time she'd known him, he'd never yelled at her like that. She let him continue. "Look, I overheard some guys talking about Blane and you. They said that Blane told them himself that he was 'just using you as a piece of ass,' and that was it. Andie, he doesn't love you, its all manipulation." He explained. Andie's face fell, and her whole body convulsed with shock.
"No." she said softly, her voice cracking.
"I'm so sorry, Jesus, I know it's horrible Andie, but at least you know now rather than later, hearing it from that Jerk." Duckie comforted, wrapping his arms around her. He'd waited so long to be this close to her, but never imagined it like this. She was crying into his shoulder, and he swore he could feel her heart breaking. He gently stroked her hair, and couldn't help but noticing that it smelled like springtime honeysuckle. How could Blane think of doing something like that to her, she was so beautiful and innocent and perfect. did he not see the same woman Duckie had lusted after for three years?
"I tr-trusted him, Duckie. I loved him." She whispered, squeezing him.
"I know, I know. But you didn't do anything wrong, you hear, it's not your fault Andie." Duckie said, pulling slightly away and looking into her eyes. He knew what she was probably thinking, that she wasn't good enough. But Duckie knew it was quite the opposite. She was too good, WAY too good, for filth like that.
"Take me home, Duckie." She said with a sniffle, and together they walked out to her car and he took her home.
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TAA-DAA, and that's a little ditty I'd like to call 'Chapter Two.' I hope it stacked up to ch. 1, and all you readers enjoyed it. I'm a people pleaser. but please WRITE ME, please oh please write me reviews! If you'd like, you can e-mail me at HaloGal5@aol.com and chat or IM, whatever. Thanks for reading my stuff, and I'll try for ch. 3 in the next few days. Super-duper 80's high fives to you all!! Ciao!!
NOTE: watch out, there's some language and quasi-graphic content in this one.
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Duckie pedaled as fast as he could to school, arriving halfway through third period. Hoping to slip in unnoticed, he softly opened the door and stuck his head inside.
"Mr. Dale, how nice of you to finally show up." the teacher, Mr. Richards, greeted warmly. Duckie was tempted to slip right out the door again, but decided against it. One more detention and his mother would kill him.
"Well, Mr. Richards, you know me. Always the nice guy." Duckie replied smartly, and took his seat near the back next to Andie. She smiled at him quizzically, and a sad feeling gnawed at the back of his brain as he tried to remember what it was he needed to tell her. but Duckie just passed it off as the hangover talking.
"What happened?" Andie mouthed to him casually, trying to disguise her face from the teacher.
"Slept in. Whoops." He lied, thinking that it wasn't smart to tell Andie that he went out and drank his weight in beer because she was an unfeeling ice queen.
"What the heck are you wearing?" she asked, indicating the odd tartan pants showing three inches of pale hairy ankle before his bare feet and the beige blazer thirteen sizes too big for his tiny frame.
"The new style. I read Cosmo, so sue me." He answered with a sarcastic grin that made his head spin. It hurt to move at all.
"You don't look so good." She said, looking sincerely concerned.
"I don't feel so good. Don't worry, I'm fine." He said, waving his hand dismissively at her, and turned his attention towards taking notes in his spiral. It was harder to lie to her than his mother, but as long as he didn't make eye contact he'd be okay. But Andie didn't seem all that distressed by his ignoring her, she was too busy drawing little hearts and hers and Blane's initials on her notebook. This made the thing bite even harder on the back of Duckie's mind. there was something very important. somewhere. oh, if he could just remember the darned thing!
The bell rang after only a couple minutes of Duckie racking his brain for fragments of information. When Andie scurried to the door and Blane met her there, kissing her sweetly on the cheek as they embraced, Duckie's eyes shot open with realization. At the party. those guys on the porch saying something about Andie and Blane. THAT JERK WAS USING ANDIE AS A PIECE OF ASS!!!
* * * * *
"Where do you want to go for lunch today?" Blane asked Andie as they drove away in his brand-spanking-new expensive car.
"Doesn't matter to me, someplace quiet sounds nice." She recommended absentmindedly, running her hands over the leather seats, marveling at the luxury. She'd never been in anything like this ever, and now it was an everyday thing. Seatwarmers, superb sound systems, Blane was introducing her into a big, expensive world and she felt so small. Sometimes she wished he could be poor like her, it'd be a lot easier on the both of them. No constantly worrying over fitting in, or what fork to use, just the two of them. Blane was absolutely perfect, it was just all the baggage that accompanied him that was weighing Andie down.
"Hey McDonough, everyone's going to The Vibe for lunch, why don't you join us?" Blane's 'friend,' Connelly, called from beside them when they stopped at a light. "Oh, well hello Andie. So nice to see you still with Blane here." He said, noticing who was sitting in the passenger seat. Andie and Connelly had never gotten along, he'd tried to use his arrogance and wealth to seduce her and she'd rejected him. Connelly couldn't understand why it had worked for Blane, but settled for a different rich-priss girl every night instead.
"Er, Andie wanted to go someplace quiet." Blane said, but Andie recognized the look of longing come over his face as he yearned for his old group of friends and their old hangouts. He'd been very good lately, doing everything her way and with her.
"We'll be there." Andie answered confidently, and Blane turned to her in surprise. She nodded cheerily, and he looked so grateful. They sped off behind Connelly's car, Andie praying to avoid any conflicts with those people for the next twenty minutes.
The meal wasn't as bad as it could've been. Connelly kept his snide remarks at an all time low, Andie thought much to the credit of Blane's menacing stares. She was just pleasantly ignored by everyone, which was exactly what she wanted. But the trouble started when nature called.
Andie was on her way to the bathroom when she heard Connelly's unmistakable chuckle from behind her. "Ah, Andie, letting Baby Blane off the leash long enough to be with his real friends? How kind of you," He commented, his mouth just inches from her ear. She just kept walking, gripping her purse until her knuckles were white. "Aw, c'mon, surrender to your animal instincts Andie." He cooed, grabbing her arm and wrenching her around. There was one horrible moment when he forced his way into her mouth, his hands frighteningly placed around her neck, before her animal instincts DID take over and kick him swiftly in the balls. He yelped like a beaten dog, which he indeed was, and pulled away. "You bitch." He replied, before waddling to the boys room no doubt to doctor himself up. Andie sunk against the wall and buried her face in her hands.
'Oh God, why does this have to be so hard! I love Blane, and I thought our love could get us through this.' She thought to herself. 'Now it just seems to have screwed up my whole life.' She went in the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face, hoping to look halfway decent, and walked bravely back out to the table. When Connelly emerged ten minutes later, both Andie and him behaved as if nothing had happened.
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"Andie, Andie, I have to talk to you." Duckie said quickly as soon as she was in earshot. He had waited for her by her locker, the same thing he'd done for the last three years.
"What's up, Duck?" Andie asked, rummaging around for her books. The incident with Connelly was stamped CLASSIFIED and shoved in a dusty corner of her mind, along with other unpleasant memories never to be brought up again.
"Andie, last night I went to a, er, party, and there were some guys there-"
"What were you doing at a party on a Tuesday night?" she asked.
"That's not the issue here, just listen. I was at a party and some guys were talking-"
"Is that why you were late today, Duckie? You had a hangover?" she interrupted again.
"Just shut up and listen for a second, please!" Duckie yelled, and Andie shut her mouth in surprise. In all the time she'd known him, he'd never yelled at her like that. She let him continue. "Look, I overheard some guys talking about Blane and you. They said that Blane told them himself that he was 'just using you as a piece of ass,' and that was it. Andie, he doesn't love you, its all manipulation." He explained. Andie's face fell, and her whole body convulsed with shock.
"No." she said softly, her voice cracking.
"I'm so sorry, Jesus, I know it's horrible Andie, but at least you know now rather than later, hearing it from that Jerk." Duckie comforted, wrapping his arms around her. He'd waited so long to be this close to her, but never imagined it like this. She was crying into his shoulder, and he swore he could feel her heart breaking. He gently stroked her hair, and couldn't help but noticing that it smelled like springtime honeysuckle. How could Blane think of doing something like that to her, she was so beautiful and innocent and perfect. did he not see the same woman Duckie had lusted after for three years?
"I tr-trusted him, Duckie. I loved him." She whispered, squeezing him.
"I know, I know. But you didn't do anything wrong, you hear, it's not your fault Andie." Duckie said, pulling slightly away and looking into her eyes. He knew what she was probably thinking, that she wasn't good enough. But Duckie knew it was quite the opposite. She was too good, WAY too good, for filth like that.
"Take me home, Duckie." She said with a sniffle, and together they walked out to her car and he took her home.
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TAA-DAA, and that's a little ditty I'd like to call 'Chapter Two.' I hope it stacked up to ch. 1, and all you readers enjoyed it. I'm a people pleaser. but please WRITE ME, please oh please write me reviews! If you'd like, you can e-mail me at HaloGal5@aol.com and chat or IM, whatever. Thanks for reading my stuff, and I'll try for ch. 3 in the next few days. Super-duper 80's high fives to you all!! Ciao!!